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23 December 2004 @ 09:57 am
 
Creepiest dream ever, right before I woke up this morning. I was on one level reading a short story and on another level experiencing it. This guy was in prison, sort of admirably controlled -- one bit I remember is that he manages to get a grate/stone out of the wall, but injures himself as he's doing it, and the people watching him (because it turns out he's always monitored though he doesn't know it at the time) are kind of freaked because he sits back on his heels and waits until he stops bleeding to try to escape, instead of trying right away. And there were various other things, and by the end he's pretty broken, just wanting to die -- in fact he says to one of his torturers "Why won't you let me die? You let the generals die." He being only a colonel himself.

And right at the end, one of the torturers comes in, and it's his father. And there's this horrible affection in the way he's treating his son, the "I only hurt you because I love you" vibe. And the story ends on him putting down his instruments of pain and gently picking up his son and carrying him to the torture table.

But that wasn't the really freaky, disturbing part. No, the creepy disturbing part was that throughout the whole story/dream there had been this theme with the food he was being fed being _wrong_. Meat on skewers, but the skewers snapped like shards of bone, not wood. Things like that. With this underlying sensation that the entire story was a hallucination of the prisoner, and that in the real world he was being forced to consume himself. And no, I hadn't read any Iain Banks lately.

Augh. My sleeping brain is a scary thing when I'm sick. At least the evil cold waited until I was done with exams to hit. Though my mother is cranky because she figures she's going to catch it too, which is probably true, but not really my fault.
 
 
 
Kernezelda: beneath the skinkernezelda on December 23rd, 2004 09:04 pm (UTC)
That sounds like it would make a wonderful short story, actually.
Lauratavella on December 24th, 2004 02:55 am (UTC)
Yeah, but who would want to read it? Eeeeee....